The sword boat retreated slowly, and Liu Ci walked into the sky.
He stood in the air, looking at the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean in Silence.
He didn't speak, but everybody knew that he had accepted the challenge.
Seeing him still with his hands folded behind his back, the Cultivation practitioners couldn't help but feel startled, wondering where the Inherited Heaven Sword was.
Even though the swordsmen in the Heavenly Arrival State could summon their flying swords in a flash, they still needed some time.
In a fight of such a high level, shouldn't he try his best to summon his flying swords in advance?
The ocean wind blew over in the sky between Liu Ci and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, rolling up the tiny waves of a few miles long.
The beautiful sunlight was refracted at the moment, looking much sharper.
Many Cultivation practitioners suddenly felt a stinging pain in their eyes, and tears streamed down reflexively.
The sword wills exuded by the two figures were so formidable that they couldn't be looked at directly.
As far as the Aoyama Sect was concerned, this fight between the two powerful swordsmen was not worth it.
However, Liu Ci was the Sect Master of Aoyama, and Jian Xilai drew his sword, so he had to fight back.
Two extremely powerful energies had locked onto each other in the air, and the two of them could strike at any moment. His opponent was also the strongest swordsman in Chaotian. Liu Ci couldn't afford to think about other things at the moment, like the fact that he didn't have a sword, or the whereabouts of Nan Qü …
Even if Nan Qü suddenly appeared as Jing Jiu had predicted, Liu Ci had no choice but to ignore him for the time being.
Aoyama was here; what could Nan Qü do even if he showed up?
If Nan Qü wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack Aoyama, he would have a surprise waiting for him.
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…
On the frozen surface of the ocean, Shaoming Island looked like a black jewel amid the snow and frost. The top part of the island had been leveled by the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean, and it was extremely smooth, reflecting the sunlight into a more beautiful color. If one observed it carefully, one could even see some underground tunnels.
The sword boat on Shangde Peak looked down at the scene from a high spot in the sky.
Not far away were the Cloud Boat of Zhongzhou School and the Boat of Diligent Study of Yimaozhai. The scripts reciting by the Script Preachers of the Guocheng Temple could be vaguely heard in the clouds.
No matter how powerful Taiping Zhenren was, there was no way he could escape from such a situation.
Looking at the bloodstains on the Dark Phoenix's tail, Yuan Qijing was not worried that the Dark Phoenix would dare to go against the will of the life board and sneak into Shaoming Island to help his Master; it was because he sensed something else.
There was a tiny bubble in the bloodstain, and there was a tiny black dot in the bubble.
In front of the dilapidated temple in the distant barren mountain, when the red lantern was burned, the small blood bubble also burst.
The small black dot in the blood bubble floated into the air, expanded with the wind, and quickly turned into a child.
The child was wearing a dark-colored shirt and had his hair combed into a small bun. His face was as pale as a ghost and his body was as thin as a ghost.
"What the hell."
Yuan Qijing's white hair fluttered in the wind, making him look somewhat weathered.
His expression was still wooden, but his voice was somewhat rueful.
Nan Qü's sword ghost had suddenly appeared on the sword boat of Aoyama.
Everything happened too suddenly.
The Dark Phoenix didn't even have time to react.
Crack!!! The child of the sword ghost passed through Yuan Qijing's body and flew out of the cabin.
It wasn't until then that the Three-Foot Sword on the icy surface broke through the air and returned to the cabin.
It turned out that the child of Nan Qü's sword ghost had been hiding inside the body of the Flying Whale.
The Flying Whale pretended to crash into Shaoming Island and perish together with Taiping Zhenren, but he was intercepted by the Dark Phoenix.
The child of the sword ghost followed the blood of the Flying Whale and landed on the tail of the Dark Phoenix. By doing so, he evaded the sword formation of the disciples of Aoyama and entered the sword boat, shortening the distance between him and Yuan Qijing.
More importantly, Yuan Qijing's Three-Foot Sword had been floating on the surface of the ocean the entire time, keeping Shaoming Island sealed in ice.
All this sounded simple enough, but it was necessary to know the true relationship between the Dark Phoenix and Taiping Zhenren, and to understand Yuan Qijing's true thoughts about Taiping Zhenren.
It could be said that this was one of the most successful sneak attacks in the history of the Cultivation world.
The Three-Foot Sword returned. Yuan Qijing's body was soon covered by a thick layer of ice and snow. No wound could be seen on his body, but judging from his feeble energy, he should have been severely wounded.
The child of the sword ghost, who came to the outside of the cabin, looked much fainter now.
Young Sister Yushan was the first to discover this eerie thing, and she screamed in alarm.
The disciples of Aoyama didn't panic in the face of danger. They reacted quickly, and countless sword lights struck down.
In an instant, the temperature of the sword boat dropped a great deal, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the deck.
The child of the sword ghost drifted amid the frost and snow, and it seemed that he was traveling even faster than those sword lights.
Duan Liantian fell heavily on the ground, no longer breathing. A large hole appeared on his chest, and the sword pill had been sliced into pieces. The flying sword drifted obliquely toward the surface of the ocean without a master.
The Dark Phoenix leapt out of the cabin and let out a furious shriek. The black feather flew toward the child of the sword ghost like a sword.
However, the movement of the child of the sword ghost was rather eerie, as if he was not a real shadow. As he dodged the attack of the Dark Phoenix, he continued his slaughter.
With a grunt, Chi Yan retreated with a broken arm.
A ghostly shadow drifted around.
The child of the sword ghost had completely surpassed the understanding of the sword work. He retreated one hundred feet abruptly and arrived at a spot on the sword boat while brushing against the wing of the Dark Phoenix.
"Protect Young Sister!"
The disciples of the Shangde Peak gathered together and struck down with their flying swords.
Blood splashed everywhere, and some disciples died one after another.
The wind and snow in the sky suddenly grew wilder and wilder.
The child of the sword ghost slowed down a bit.
In the next moment, he sneaked into the inside of the sword boat, much to everyone's surprise.
The people guessed what this monster intended to do, but it was too late to stop him.
Along with a loud cracking sound, the core of the sword boat was destroyed. It fell down from the sky and fell to the ground. It couldn't bear such a heavy weight anymore, breaking into countless pieces.
The disciples of the Shangde Peak leapt up on their swords in tandem. Some of the disciples who were wounded or killed fell down along with the broken pieces of the sword boat.
The Dark Phoenix flew up into the sky while shrieking shrilly, chasing after the small and faintly discernible shadow in the sky.
As the sword lights flashed, the disciples of the other sword boats of Aoyama came to the rescue, but three of them were killed by the child of the sword ghost in an instant.
The wind and snow grew fiercer, and a transparent ice ball suddenly appeared in the sky.
The child of the sword ghost was trapped in the ice ball.
It didn't take long for the ice ball to break apart after countless cracks appeared on it.
Yuan Qijing stood in the wind and snow, staring at a spot in the sky, his long hair hanging loosely over his shoulders.
He wielded the Three-Foot Sword with both of his hands toward that spot.
The wind and snow enshrouded the West Ocean.
The figure of the child of the sword ghost was intermittently visible in the midst of the wind and snow.
Without any order, all the flying swords of the sword boats of Aoyama flew in that direction.
Hundreds of flying swords with hundreds of formidable sword lights pierced through the wind and snow, chasing after that figure.
Such a force could kill even the strongest demon general and the devil man of the Underworld.
Yet, Liu Ci knew that it was not enough. It was because his opponent was the most powerful sword fairy in the world, and he was obviously in a very peculiar state.
Looking at the figure in the wind and snow, Liu Ci raised his thin eyebrows and was about to strike out with his sword.
All of a sudden, countless tides appeared at the West Ocean.
The Sword of the Twelve Storey Building arrived.
There was a loud bang.
The tides dispersed, and the ocean wind stirred up the wind and snow.
The Cultivation practitioners of various sects looked up at the sky and saw two tall figures fighting in the Empty Realm in the high altitude.
The thunder and lightning kept striking down.
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…
In the ruined temple on the barren mountain.
Looking at Nan Qü, Jing Jiu took a step forward and grabbed Nan Qü's hand with his right hand.
Nan Qü's hand was old and cold, full of wrinkles. It didn't look like a hand, but more like a lifeless object.
Innumerable sword lights shot out from their clasped hands, drifting in all directions.
The hidden wound in Nan Wang's body was triggered by the sword wills, and acted up again. He pressed his head against Jing Jiu's back, his face pale.
Crouching on Jing Jiu's shoulder, the white cat stared into Nan Qü's eyes, pondering the best time to strike.
He could be a coward at any other time, but today was a matter that concerned the survival of the Aoyama Sect. As the Principal Guard of Aoyama, he couldn't afford to back off.
The sword lights kept on drifting out from the tightly clasped hands of Jing Jiu and Nan Qü, like the snowflakes, and then dropped down slowly into the ruins from the sky.
Clang!!! Countless sword sounds broke out. The ruins of the ruined temple and the pebbles were cut into the tiniest particles, which were swirled up by the wind.
The wind was soon cut into pieces, and turned into the mildest spring breeze, which landed on Jing Jiu's face. His countenance didn't change at all.
Nan Qü remarked sentimentally while looking at Jing Jiu, "It's indeed a perfect sword; but it's a pity that your Cultivation state is still too low."
It was the principle that the sword rose up with the user.
Jing Jiu said, "You're a sword right now; you don't even have a Cultivation state."
What he meant was the principle of nurturing a sword ghost and seizing one's soul.
"I didn't expect you to know this," Nan Qü remarked, feeling a bit surprised.
Jing Jiu said, "Your Dao Tree was cut down back then, and you embarked on the path of cultivating the sword in reverse. Your body is indeed indestructible."
"Yes," said Nan Qü. "It's hard for anything to hurt me now."
"I'm very special," said Jing Jiu.
It was true that even Nan Wang in the upper state of the Broken Sea couldn't hurt Nan Qü, but Jing Jiu could.
A tiny cut appeared on Nan Qü's wrist. Soon after, a cut appeared on the web between his thumb and forefinger, from which the blood and flesh could be seen.
The eerie part was that the blood and flesh were grayish white, looking like a dried corpse.
"Everything is real without a Cultivation state."
Nan Qü went on while staring at Jing Jiu, "Your problem is that you've tried to cultivate the sword to a Cultivation state. When your Cultivation state is low, your sword won't be so special."
No sooner had he said this than a section of Jing Jiu's cloth fell off.
Soon after, a section of his hair fell off as well.
In the next moment, a section of his earlobe fell off.
Seeing the drop of blood on Jing Jiu's ear, the white cat was stunned speechless, wondering why Jing Jiu was wounded.
Nan Qü said to him with a faint smile, "You'll die if you don't let go of your hand. Are you afraid of that?"
The sword sound was still echoing in heaven and earth. It sounded a bit distorted, like a buzzing sound.
The sword lights were drifting around randomly, cutting everything that they could encounter.
Jing Jiu told Liu Shisui in the village that he was good at cutting things off.
Today, he had finally met another person who was as good at cutting things off as he was.
The difference was that one used a person as a sword, and the other used a sword as a person.
As Nan Qü said, his Cultivation state was still too low. If he didn't let go of his hand, he would die for sure.
Jing Jiu didn't want to die, but he wouldn't let go of his hand either.
He said to Nan Qü, "The Sword Formation of Aoyama is coming. Are you afraid of that?"
(End of this chapter)
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